From the outside it looks impressive – thick, lush, impenetrable. Inside it surprises with thin trees, reaching towards the sky. We are led by a path, but suffice to look back to see how it disappears in the maze of plants. The jungle sucks strangers in – only its inhabitants can feel safe. A small snake turns out to be a venomous reptile, and the red ant bites until it goes dead. Yet, not a single creature cares about our presence. Sometimes a monkey jumps over our heads. In the distance the birds chirp uninterruptedly.

At dusk the roar of the jungle burgeons with strength. Frogs are croaking louder and louder, giving the rhythm of the night life. Only in the morning the noises subside. For a moment. With the first rays of sun, day shift begins its watch. Lizards flit among the leaves and vines entwine boughs of trees. Only flowers start their day languorously. With machetes in our hands and hope for meeting an elephant we set off a return journey.